This is a song about "The deep blue seas vast green valleys hustle and busle of the viliges 3000 populatuon"

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

While our ancestors moved mountains, blazed, and split the seas,

Cause there could never be peace

Travel the world, and the seven seas

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Ill laugh as i hear you scream and drown of the water of my vast flow

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

No one notice your struggle

Ridin smokin dimes like im blinded just slightly

Like i plunder the high seas, vaguely precisely

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

I'm on the block as usual

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Disappear like you interfere, out of the blue